Big Broad Smiles of The Mental Disablers

Big Broad Smiles of The Mental Disablers

A Story by Yoga Pramartha

A flock of teens, nay, Herds of teens cry a loud to their folks saying,
"Mom, I  want an Apple" "Dad, I need to ride a Jazz"
Komang is not on the list
Komang merely wanted to know what he was wearing on the Sunny Wednesday
"What is Wednesday" his mind might get stumbled on that thought
"What is Scout uniform? What is Punk?"
Big broad smiles of his and his friends were full of naivity and purity
Forcing the teacher to give a heartful of patience and affection
"What day is it today, Komang? What are you wearing today, Komang?"
"Today's Wednesday, what day will it be tomorrow?"
Those were the words he uttered restlessly
Just for Komang, so that he could nullify every mistake on his answers
His throat was never get drained, though nothing drops inside
Dayu wanted to know what one is
and two,
and three
Her broad smile was a rainbow for the teachers
"The color of two is blue. The color of sky. Which one is that?"
"The color of leaves. Find out which one, that's four."
Attention and warm touches were never made absent by the teachers
Teenage students full of hope of knowing numbers, letters, colors, and clothes
Students with big warm and naive smiles that color the picture of the Earth
Kids that moved Doder's, Lina's and my soul
As they touched our hands with warmth and gentleness
When limit couldn't tear their smiles apart from faces full of purity
Smiles through which the kids wanted to say,
"Thank you"
"We are ones of those bricks on the wall building up the world"
"Just like other people"

© 2014 Yoga Pramartha


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'The color of two is blue.' we can get stuck in our perceptions and conditioning and forget to get a different eye-opening view!

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Added on October 5, 2014
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Yoga Pramartha
Yoga Pramartha

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